Don't wipe away my tears- 3

Recap- He wished he could make her see that there was someone out there who cared for her, perhaps even loved her, maybe closer than she realized.

(A/N AHAHA third one, I'm having way to much fun writing these… well enjoy!)

Roran was walking with Katrina down the dirt road that led to the farm. Eragon looked up at the happy couple, they had just been married. Roran lifted Katrina into his arms and she laughed in surprise. Garrow stood on the porch, his face bright with pride. But he was soon buried in a mountain of burning oil, Roran and Katrina turned into the Ra'zac. "I thought I killed you?" Eragon shouted and the cloaked figures cam towards him. "We can not die." The one on the right hissed, the one on the left turned into Assana, bloody and crumpled on the ground, her body misshapen and broken. Eragon lunged for her "Assana!"

Tight arms enfolded a heavily breathing Eragon. They felt warm against his cold sweaty self.

"Are you ok Eragon? You were screaming in your sleep." Assana whispered into his ear. A tear fell on her shoulder from Eragon's eyes. "Shhh. It's ok." She said in a softer tone than he knew from her, she rubbed the back of his hair. He felt safe, odd sight this must be.

"Yeah I'm fine I was having nightmares. About Garrow and Roran." Eragon said not expecting her to know who they were. But instead what she said next surprised him.

"Ah yes your uncle and cousin. No need to look alarmed I was protecting your mind while you slept, you needed protection. You mind told me many things Eragon about your past, your mother, Garrow and Brom. Your life was chaotic but soon my friend it will be peaceful once more. Now come, drink this it will soothe your thoughts and give you peaceful dreams." She said handing him a flask of something Eragon did not know.

"What will I dream of?" Eragon wondered before taking the first sip.

"Who knows what ever you find peaceful or something you love it'll be nice and away from nightmares that I can promise you." She replied softly. "Now drink."

Eragon tilted the flask upwards and let some of the warm liquid flow into his mouth, he spat it out for it tasted like rotting fish.

"How can something that tastes that awful be good for me?" He chocked.

"It helps now drink." Assana said loosing her soft voice and becoming annoyed. "Unless you want to see what ever it was you were seeing again." She said with and air of, I told you so.

He thought back to her twisted form and decided rotting fish was better than that every day.

'A soft singing voice floated through the air in the clearing that he was in.

Assana came into view dressed in a white dress that was almost the same as her pale skin. Her red hair was knotted back with what looker like tiny diamonds and floated down her back. The dress had long sleeves made of silk and she walked barefoot through the grass.

A vision of beauty stood before Eragon as he realized she was singing. A beautiful song in a language he only knew few words in. The old language soother his mind and he felt at ease until—'

"ERAGON! WAKE UP BOY!" Assana shouted at him.

Eragon sat upright. He looked around Saphira and Fira were saddled and the fire was put out, the stars still hung in the sky.

"What? What is it now I want to sleep, five more minutes?" He pleaded.

"No." Assana replied.

"Two more minutes?"

"No."

"One more bloody minute of sleep!" He sat up no longer tired but still irritable.

Assana dragged him out of his blankets and folded them, threw a clean shirt at him and tossed his cloak to him as well. He hadn't noticed it raining. She pulled a black cape on and pulled the hood over her head. Mounted Fira and he mounted Saphira, they took off into the night.

After flying for about an hour Eragon decided to ask where they were going and why.

"The king has word of you and possibly me, some one, no doubt the Urgals told him about us. They were patrolling the forest. More than one hundred Urgals and four Shades." Her voice was dry and they were both soaked to the bone with rain water.

Assana was shivering as was Eragon and both dragons were trying to see in the weather.

Suddenly Saphira veered North West and motioned for Fira to follow suit. Finally the rain stopped and the sun came out they were able to see they were flying over a mountain. Eragon recognized it, it was The Spine. He looked over to Assana with a questioning look.

"The only place King Galbatorix won't go and his powers can't reach, there is power in these mountains that hold no room for evil doers. They will be a good place to rest and gather supplies, there is a town near the North end called Carvahall, have you ever heard of it?" She finished with the question.

Sorrow filled Eragon as he remembered the promise he made a year ago that he would see the town again. Now he would.

"Eragon? Is something wrong?" Assana clear voice broke his thoughts. He almost laughed at her concern.

"I lived there my entire life until a year ago when Saphira hatched and the Ra'zac came after me, killed my uncle then fled. Me and Brom set out to find them and kill them when I was arrested and I met with Arya. After that we set off to the Varden to seek medicines for her. Brom was killed and we met up with Murtagh, when we found the Varden a war was raged and we won. Arya and I along with Saphira set out to the Elvin city and that's when you came in." As Eragon had explained this Saphira and Fira had landed in the same spot the Brom had first started teaching him to fight.

Assana looked at him with pain in her eyes. "I'm sorry Eragon." She replied with a great sorrow in her voice. She went behind Fira and whispered "Brisingr." Fire shot out of her palm and landed on the pile of wood. She began to warm her hands and feet as snow began to fall. Eragon cam and sat down across from her.

'Are you ready to have a battle?' A voice inside his head spoke to him; he looked to see Assana staring intently at him, a slight smirk on her face.

'Let's go. All we have to do is propel the other one backwards right?' he asked.

'No, you have to battle, cut's bruises anything but it all has to be with your mind or by ancient language. No combat or weapons just our minds. This will help you if you're ever unable to move.'

'All right. Well let's start.'

'Reisa.' Her voice came into his mind as he felt his body being lifted in the air. With a flick of her head Assana sent him flying back wards. Cursing, he looked up and put his energy into making her fly backwards. When he found an energy mass he threw it at her with his mind. Assana flew up in the air and landed on her back a few yards away from where Eragon stood.

'Jierda.' He said again and she was thrown at him on her way she threw a rock at him.

'Stenir Reisa.' The rock hit him on the side of the cheek making a cut appear.

Blood running down the side of his face, he resisted the urge to hit her.

He looked up in time to see her land on top of him after his spell.

She laughed. "You need to learn direction boy." He blushed realizing the position. Their Faces inches apart. Suddenly,

"Well well well… what have we here?"

(A/N WHO IS IT? OMG LOOKS AROUND, wait I know who it is… until next time.)